“I’m twenty, not nineteen,” you clarified, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter. Ronan regarded you with a teasing smirk, clearly entertained.

“Is that so?”

You nodded. “I just celebrated my birthday a few days ago.”

His eyes sparkled as he leaned in slightly, a glint of curiosity in his gaze. How old was he, anyway? Twenty-three, perhaps? He looked surprisingly young.

"I'm thirty-two, kotyonok."

Oh.